Ah, good to be back at my second home.

Hi readers ;D I'm back with my new fic, which is untitled for now, and will remain that way until I come up with a good title. Unless you guys wanna do that for me. The one that I like most, I'll use. Anyway, I'm sorry about High School Massacre. My heart was no longer in it. So rogers.forbidden.love.child owns it now.

So... get ready to add this to that Chyan Community ;D Now here's my all-new Vacancy/Wolf Creek-based fic: UNTITLED!

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Where am I?

What's going on?

He looked up from his position on the cold, tiled floor, his eyes squinting at the florescent lighting. His heart was pounding and he could taste blood at the side of his mouth. It felt as if someone had repeatedly bashed him in the head with a baseball bat. Perhaps someone did.

His eyes shifted to his bound and bruised wrists, a thick roped wrapped around them. The same had been done to his ankles. He tried sitting up, but decided against it, feeling a sharp pain in his backside. He could only lean back against a bathroom stall.

He scoped his surroundings, taking in the view of a few filthy sinks in one corner. Dirt and dark, reddish stains collaged the floors. He glanced at what looked to be a steel door on the other side of the room. If only he could get the rope off.

He brushed away his blonde hair from in front of his eyes and searched the area for any sharp object. He reached for the shard of broken glass upon finding it under the stall behind him.

He began to carve the rope around his wrist, trying to avoid cutting himself. He was able to untangle his hands from the rope once it was loose enough. He used the same glass to release his ankles from the rope.

After freeing himself, he crawled over toward the door, and leisurely climbed to his feet, but not without stumbling a little. He pulled at the handle of the door, opening it. Only one though ran through his head the whole time.

Where's Chad?

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"Where the hell's Chad?" Ryan asked to no one in particular, since he was the only one in the car at the time. The eighteen-year-old was wrapped up in a blanket in the backseat, his head resting on a large blue pillow. He was startled by a tap on the window, and looked up to see his boyfriend, Chad.

He reached over to the driver's door and unlocked it, getting himself settled back into place as the darker boy got in.

"Fifteen minutes! What were you doing out there? Masturbating?"

Chad winked and replied, "Maybe." Ryan whacked the boy's hand away as it was shoved into his face.

"Gross," the blonde sat up, "And in the dark on some random highway."

Chad was only a few months older than Ryan. Both boys were in their freshman year at NYU. Their relationship started back in high school during the summer. Believe it or not, thanks to a baseball game for the staff of Lava Springs, a country club that Ryan's parents owned.

After the game, the two had become a lot closer. Ryan no longer thought of Chad as a lunkhead, basketball jock. And Chad no longer thought of Ryan as Sharpay's hat-loving poodle. He decided to ask out Ryan at the beginning of the next school year, and the two had been together ever since.

"How much longer till we get to New Mexico?" Ryan questioned, his eyes closed, yet he was still very much awake. Chad opened the glove department and took out a travel map and a rubber band.

"About seven hours." He proceeded to tie his long, curly hair into a ponytail. "Do we have anymore water back there?"

Ryan snatched up a bag from his feet. After rummaging through the bag, he took out a bottle of water and handed it to Chad. "Do you want me to drive?"

Chad laughed quietly, taking the bottle, "You're half asleep."

"Well, just wake me up in five minutes," Ryan responded, turning onto his side, "And I'll drive the rest of the way."

"For seven hours? You can barely drive two."

"You need to sleep sometime."

Chad shut the door and turned to Ryan. "Next motel we find, we'll stop there."

"Good." Ryan leaned between the two front seats and pecked his lover on the cheek before returning to his spot. Chad smiled and turned the key in the ignition

"Love you too, babe."

One down, some more to go. Well... I hoped you liked this starter chapter. I'll possibly update in about a few days. Any questions? Constructive critisism? Advice? Review.

Have a loverly day.

-Trist